Page 17 of His Loved Lycan Luna
Just as he goes to turn me to face him, a knock is heard on the door, making him glance at it, and the door opens a crack.
“My king, it is Trey. Clarice sent me up with your dinner,” Trey answers, and Kyson sighs heavily at the interruption.
“Just put it on the coffee table,” Kyson states, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He pats my hip with his hand.
“You should eat,” he says. I glare at the wall, much too upset to eat.
“Thank you, Trey,” the king says, and I hear Trey leave as Kyson climbs off the bed.
“Ivy, up and eat, or am I to call you Azalea from now on?” he says.
I roll my eyes, knowing he will keep nagging, and I force myself out of bed. I walk over to where Kyson is sitting by the fire and sit next to him.
“Azalea,” I answer his question. “I don’t want to be Ivy anymore.”
He nods, sliding my plate over to me.
“Azalea, it is then. I will tell the staff too about the correction. Now eat,” he says, pointing to my plate. I pick up my knife and fork to dig into the steak and salad. Whereas Kyson just has a different assortment of raw meat.
“You never eat salad?” I ask him, noticing how usually he only eats meat.
“I do, but rarely. Lycans are carnivores. Our sense of taste changes after a while,” he says with a shrug.
“So I won’t like salad and vegetables after a while?”
He chews his food and seems thoughtful for a second. “No, youstill like all food. You will just prefer certain things to others, but if it makes you feel any better, Dustin is vegetarian and a Lycan.”
“Huh? But everyone here is Lycan. How could he be a vegetarian?”
“Yes, but he chooses to be vegetarian, and I still like fruit, et cetera; I just prefer meat.”
“I can’t believe Dustin is a vegetarian?” I tell him, a little stunned by the information. Kyson chuckles, but it explains why I have never seen him eating meat now that I think about it.
“Huh, I never noticed,” I tell him.
“I suppose you also never noticed that he is gay, then?” Kyson says.
“He is gay?” I ask, shocked once again. I don’t know what I thought a gay man would look like, but I always pictured them more feminine, and there is nothing remotely feminine about the man.
“Yep, which is why I assigned him as your guard, plus he asked to be placed as your guard when you came here… When I came to my senses,” Kyson says.
“Why are the good-looking ones always gay?” I mutter.
“Excuse me?” Kyson growls.
“What? You said it yourself; he is gay. I was just making an observation,” I laugh.
“I don’t want you checking out my guard, Azalea,” Kyson warns.
“I wasn’t, but come to think of it, Damian is nice looking too, and...” I tease, my words trailing off, seeing him become jealous. I have no interest in any of them, and none are as gorgeous as Kyson.
“Oh, and?” Kyson growls, and I laugh.
“Say one more word, and I will put you over my knee,” the king growls. However, his words don’t scare me, instead, they sent a thrill through me, wondering if he actually would.
“Gannon’s alright, too. I can see why Abbie likes him,” I snicker. He leaps over the coffee table, his growl ripping through the air as he lands on top of me, making me laugh.
“Are you teasing me, My Queen, because if you’re not, I may haveto kill my entire guard to stop your wandering eyes,” he says, pinning my hands to the floor while he nips at my lips and rolls his hips against me.
